“O princess! I went for water, and I saw an image, and I was afraid.” So another girl went to the water and saw the same thing, and came back with the same story. The princess wished to see for herself; she rose and paced to the spot with the march of a prancing peacock. When she saw the image she said to her nurse: “Find out who is reflected in the water, and where he lives.” Her words reached the prince’s ear, he lifted up his head; she saw him and beheld beauty such as she had never seen before. She lost a hundred hearts to him, and signed to her nurse to bring him to her presence. The prince let himself be persuaded to go with the nurse, but when the princess questioned him as to who he was and how he had got into her garden, he behaved like a man out of his mind—sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, and saying: “I am hungry,” Or words misplaced and random, civil mixed with the rude. “What a pity!” said the princess, “he is mad!” As she liked him she said: “He is my madman; let no one hurt him.” She took him to her house and told him not to go away, for that she would provide for all his wants. The prince thought, “It would be excellent if here, in her very house, I could get the answer to her riddle; but I must be silent, on pain of death.” Now in the princess’s household there was a girl called Dil-aram[7]; she it was who had first seen the image of the prince. She came to love him very much, and she spent day and night thinking how she could make her affection known to him. One day she escaped from the princess’s notice and went to the prince, and laid her head on his feet and said: “Heaven has bestowed on you beauty and charm. Tell me your secret; who are you, and how did you come here? I love you very much, and if you would like to leave this place I will go with you. I have wealth equal to the treasure of the miserly Qarun.” But the prince only made answer like a man distraught, and told her nothing. He said to himself, “God forbid that the veil should be taken in vain from my secret; that would indeed disgrace me.” So, with streaming eyes and burning breast, Dil-aram arose and went to her house and lamented and fretted.